Short Stories for the Fangirl Feels

Same Mistakes (Part 1)

*A short story in which you and Niall have a past that you can't seem to let go of, despite your new relationship. Hope you guys like it*

~DANIELLA POV~

The moment I open my eyes I know I'm not at home; where I should be. Yet I still deny it, telling myself I was in my room. In my bed. By myself.

I take in my surroundings, and am greeted with white walls, a flat screen TV, a wide dresser and a door leading to a master bathroom. I know none of these things are aspects of my room. I also know the chocolate brown duvet covering my naked body is not mine either. And that this isn't my bed.

Reluctantly, I turn my head slowly to the side, knowing what I will be greeted with. Yet still hoping with all my heart it'd be something else.

But it's not.

Of course its not.

I sigh as I catch a glimpse of golden brown hair and pale skin out of the corner of my eye before turning my head back around. That was all I needed to see to confirm what I already know.

I did it again.

I cheated again.

I didn't know what was wrong with me; why I had such a hard time resisting the boy sleeping next to me. I was never one to cheat.

But I've done it multiple times already.

Maybe it was because of the history I had with him. The good times, the bad, the breakup....it was all stuff I held onto. Even after two years; it all meant too much for me to just forget them. Or maybe it was the way he looked; blue eyes that looked at me with such adoration, golden brown hair, soft pink lips.....or was it his accent? Thick and irish; able to send shivers down my spine with one syllable. Maybe the way he made me feel; physically and emotionally.

I don't know.

And I never would.

All I knew is that I have cheated on my boyfriend with this man more than once. And each time, the morning after, I felt extremely guilty. But I couldn't deny how right it felt in the moment; as if this was the way things should be. That didn't matter though. Not when I woke up and remembered my faithful boyfriend that thought I was at home or with the girls. I knew how terrible I was; how much of a slut this made me.

But I couldn't help it

I mean, Grant was amazing. He was sweet, understanding, caring, and extremely handsome. He always respected my decisions and never pushed me to do or try anything I didn't feel comfortable with.

But Niall...Niall was all those things and more. Except for the fact that he did make me do things I wasn't comfortable with. It was something he loved; getting me out of my comfort zone. He knew it was something I've struggled with ever since I was young, and so made it his duty to make me try new things. Then was the fact that he acted like he was a little fuck boy fresh out the womb sometimes. He had absolutely no filter; anything that came to his mind, he spoke aloud, not holding anything back. I've slapped and punch his chest countless times before because of this.

I felt Niall shift next to me, putting my self- loathing on hold and signaling to me he was up now. It wasn't long before I felt his arm wrap loosely around my waist and his lips press to the back of my neck.

"Mmm good morning." He hummed, tracing his finger down my spine.

I didn't say anything; just layed there motionlessely. I was in no mood whatsoever to deal with him right now.

"I know you're up, Daniella. Why so quiet? I know how much I made you scream last night but I doubt you've lost your voice..."

I felt him smirk against my skin as i rolled my eyes at his cheeky comment. Knowing he wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't at least acknowledge him, I decided to speak my mind: